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It's how I love the feeling |
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Of sex and desperation |
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Lose the pace, jam the legs |
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Panoramic lip gestation |
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That mutilation reeks of sex |
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Take that hemorrhage to my temple |
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That's why I love to smell the sex |
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In every heartbeat, killer |
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My lips don't work with vision |
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But my hips can't live without it |
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Danger, danger, just don't give into strangers |
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Selling blood that melts my likes |
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K I S S or K I L L |
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K I S S or K I L L |
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K I S S or K I L L |
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K I S S or K I L L |
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You're not quite immune like a heartache |
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But that's quite a catch |
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That's not like that |
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Creates that mechanism |
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To save us from the stench |
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Of selling poisons door to door |
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With blood that melts your hearts |
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Please just be my Chloe |
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If you'll be my Chloe |
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Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell |
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If you'll be my Chloe |
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Then I'll be your Jacob |
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If you'll be my Chloe |
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Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell |
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If you'll be my Chloe |
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Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell |
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If you were a kitten |
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Then they would skin you softly |
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That's how the ingrates |
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Keep throwing a second guessing |
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The blood feud, fued |
